nightly dreaming

falling asleep sober = dreams about school. if i give frank one more detention for being tardy as i sleep, imma lose it

falling asleep drunk/tipsy = dreams about life. your kids were crying and i couldn't do anything to calm them

maybe it's time to look into ambien

i'm awesome

roasted eggplant with balsamic roasted red pepper sauce

i think i want to start catering

i may also need to hire a food photographer, cause after 2 hours in the kitchen i'm too tired for that shit

musicmusicmusic

i love lil wayne as much as the next whitegirl from detroit, but it's time to start branching out

we're living proof we gotta let go

losing weight n looking all slim n shit = great

losing weight and looking like a bag lady cause your dog has been to the vet three times in the past two weeks and you decided to buy a washer and dryer and have a terribly expensive wining and dining budget?

a little less great

my apologies for taking this blog in a serious direction (back to regularly-scheduled nonsense soon, promise)

"your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. and most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. they somehow already know what you truly want to become. everything else is secondary."

damn it, steve jobs

i'm fucking worse than my dog

tonight, while taking charles for an evening walk, i got really pissed... he's been legit sick, off and on, for the past week. two visits to the vet, special dog food, and his stomach's still all outta whack. it started with a poorly chosen morsel of trash off the street.

every fucking piece of crap we passed tonight, he would stop and strain and try to eat it. and i actually yelled out loud "if it makes you sick EVERY FUCKING TIME why are you trying to eat it?!"

oh wait.

should probably listen to myself more often...